Answer:
The more you have of me, the less you see. Who am I?
A stylish winter top that covers your larynx.
What demands an answer, but asks no question?
What is yours but only used by others?
In the middle of night, I surround the gong. In the middle of sight, I end the song
It flows out of the soil, It burns you if it boils, And holds us in its coils, More valuable than gold, As black as it is old.